Even though winter still gnaws
at the edges of my world,
spring will not stop coming, coaxing
life from the seeds
I thoughtlessly planted,
not understanding how fragile
the sprouts’ little green necks
can be, stretching out skyward.
Some will never make it that far,
asleep forever
where even late frost can’t hurt them.
But spring is here
and for whatever it’s worth
so am I.
Photo by imso gabriel on Unsplash
Song Choice: Carry On My Wayward Son covered by First to Eleven
Liner Notes for this Groove: This poem in linked to the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.
And your Spring has arrived just in time for the Spring Equinox! Here we have another 6-8 weeks to go before Spring actually shows up.
ReplyDeleteLOL, well the weather is notoriously capricious so who knows... we may get a cold blast soon.
DeleteLove the "little green necks" and the closing line!! We have early summer with high temps secretly churning up some thunderstorms I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteI really like that image as well
DeleteSome will never make it that far........................they will rest assured
ReplyDeleteWell, that's the thing. Realistically, some just won't.
DeleteOne thing it’s worth (of many) is that you recall and celebrate those that didn’t survive. xxx
ReplyDeleteYes, that's it exactly
DeleteI was touched by the words "where the late frost can't hurt them" because so many, too many, have gone there.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it resonated with you
DeleteWe've been having Spring here to the South since February 15. I like your cheerfulness in anticipation.
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Welcome, Spring! 🌸🌼
ReplyDeleteWell, over here, it's either Hot or Rainy. 😁
Your poetry is lovely .. reinforces how much longer we must wait for Spring here on Oregon's high desert. Cheers, Rommy.
ReplyDeletehow fragile
ReplyDeletethe sprouts’ little green necks
can be, stretching out skyward.
For me this is the heart of the poem - how fragile we all are and how some (no fault of their own sometimes) don't make it. But to be remembered... what a gift.
Late Summer Down Under....I don't want it to end.
ReplyDeleteThe awakening never ceases to amaze me! Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteToo soon to plant, a gardener tells me. Lovely poem and photo.
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